Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 12:40:39 EST
From: mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: The Slave by JYM
The Slave (for lack of a better title)
It was the summer after my freshman year in college and I was working on a
grounds crew for a local landscaper that had contracts with many of the
major businesses in the area. I was one of only two females working for him
so he put us together on the same crew. Her name was Cara and she was a
school teacher in a nearby town. She was in her mid twenties, tall, blonde,
athletic and very attractive. I'd just turned nineteen and was still a tomboy,
slender, dark, and tomboy cute.
I enjoyed working outdoors, enjoyed sweating and using my muscles. And I
very much enjoyed working with Cara. She was intelligent and funny as well
as being beautiful. One day, after we'd been working together for a couple
of weeks, during a break, she put her hand on my knee while she was
emphasizing a point she was making about local politics. We glanced at each other
and then she smiled and continued speaking. Her hand stayed on my knee.
Later, as we were clocking out for the day, she asked me if I had any
plans for the evening. I shook my head and said, "No, not really. I thought I
might go over to the pool at the park for a swim later. Why?"
She hesitated for a moment. "I thought you might like to go out tonight.
We could get something to eat and go to a movie."
It was my turn to hesitate. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
She smiled confidently. "Yes, I am. Does that bother you?"
I shook my head. "No, not really." Then I admitted that it did scare me a
little.
She grinned and said, "Don't worry. I don't bite." We walked out
together and I wrote my address and phone number down for her. "Dress casually. We
won't go anywhere fancy. I'll pick you up about six-thirty. Okay?" I
nodded and watched her get into her car.
I was ready when she arrived. I wore a tank top, cotton drawstring shorts,
and sandals. She was wearing shorts, a cropped T-shirt, and running shoes.
The cropped T-shirt showed off her flat firm belly and she looked very
sexy.
I was more than a little nervous. I'd fantasized about other women but had
never actually dated a woman. Hadn't expected to date one, would have
never mustered the courage to start something with another woman. I was still
nervous when she reached over and put her hand on my knee, squeezing gently
before running her hand up my thigh. I began to relax immediately, mildly
surprised that I enjoyed the feel of her hand on my leg as much as I did.
After a couple of minutes I turned slightly, moving my knees closer to the
center console, closer to her.
We had dinner at a neighborhood restaurant, a family place, and the food
was very good. We talked about college, about teaching, about women's
basketball, and a wide range of other topics. After dinner, as we walked to her
car, our hands touched and I slipped mine into hers. Holding hands was nice
but not as nice as the kiss she gave me before she started the car. It
started off soft and sweet then turned hard and demanding, with lots of tongue
on both sides.
We went to see `Run Lola Run', the hot movie at the time. I enjoyed it
even though I normally avoid movies with subtitles. We sat in the middle of
the last row. The theater was almost empty because it was Tuesday. After we
were settled, Cara stroked my thigh, running her hand higher and higher as
time passed and her confidence grew. I relaxed and leaned toward her,
letting my head rest on her shoulder.
After a while she whispered, "Untie your shorts." I hesitated for a
moment and then pulled the end of the drawstring until it was untied. She turned
toward me and slipped her hand under my tank top, rubbing my belly softly.
After a couple of minutes she slipped her hand down into my shorts and
cupped my mound. I blushed when she chuckled and whispered, "Your panties are
damp." She masturbated me through my panties and it was wonderful! At the
end, as I came, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure!
After I calmed down she whispered, "Take your panties off."
I shook my head. "No way!"
She chuckled and stroked me though my panties until I was aroused again. "
Take them off." This time I didn't refuse. I glanced around and saw that
there was nobody near us, nobody paying the slightest bit of attention. I
slipped my shorts down and off. Then my panties. Then I slipped my shorts
back on. Cara took my panties and stuffed them into her pocket. "You'll get
them back later if you're a good girl." She slipped her hand back into my
shorts. "How do you feel?"
I blushed and whispered, "I feel like a total slut." I pause and took a
deep breath and the tip of her finger found my clit. "But it's exciting." I
turned my head and she kissed me, her hand busy between my legs. "I love
the feeling." She brought me to orgasm again.
Then she eased her hand out of my shorts. Her fingers were wet with my
cunt juices. She held her hand up and whispered, "Lick me clean."
I hesitated then dipped my head and began to lick her fingers.
I enjoyed the way I tasted, all salty and tangy. When she was satisfied
she slipped her hand back into my shorts and left it there, nestled between
my legs, for the rest of the movie and kissed my while my lips were still
wet with my own juices. "You may be a slut but you're my slut."
As we left the theater she slipped her hand into the back of my shorts,
letting it rest on my bare bottom. I was shocked to realize that I didn't
mind a bit. And, in fact, actually enjoyed it. I realized that I was letting
her go farther than I would have let a guy go on a first date. I thought
about it for a moment and realized it was because there were no consequences
with a woman, no danger of pregnancy, little chance of catching anything
since she'd mentioned that she'd been celibate for more than a year and had
just had a blood test.
As we approached her car she pulled her hand out of my shorts to get her
keys out. She glanced at me and said, "As soon as you're in the car I want
you to remove your clothes." I started to refuse but then just nodded. She
unlocked the car and opened my door for me. As soon as she closed it I
kicked my sandals off and pushed my shorts down. By the time she pulled out of
the parking lot I was nude, curled up on the seat, my head resting on her
thigh. She stroked my hair. "Are you always this submissive?"
I shook my head. "No, and it scares me a little."
"Do you want to slow down, back off a little, put your clothes on?"
I thought about it for a moment. "No. It's too exciting."
Her hand moved to the back of my neck, squeezed gently.
"You're a pretty little slut. I've always had a soft spot for pretty
tomboys." She paused, and then added, "They make good slaves." I shivered but
remained silent, my thoughts racing. I was scared, very scared. But also
excited beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
She drove in silence for several minutes, rubbing the back of my neck,
conditioning me to her touch. I had no idea where we were going, literally or
figuratively. And I didn't really care. When she stopped the car I started
to sit up but she held me down, her hand gripping the back of my neck
firmly. "I want you to listen carefully. You've got a choice. You can ask me to
take you home and we'll remain friends or you can get out of the car, get
down on those pretty knees, and beg me to take you as my slave. Your
choice."
She released her grip and I sat up and glanced around. We were parked
behind an abandoned gas station not far from the theater. I glanced at Cara and
started to ask her to take me home. Then I turned and opened the car door,
got out and walked around to the driver's side. Cara was out and standing
by the car. I dropped to my knees on the blacktop and whispered, "Please,
accept me as your slave. Please!"
She ruffled my hair. "Down on your belly, slut. Lick the toes of my shoes
as a sign of your submission."
I eased myself down onto my belly and licked the toes of her running
shoes. It was deliciously humiliating! She let me grovel on my belly for a full
minute before telling me to get back into the car. I hopped up and brushed
myself off as I walked around the car. I curled up on the seat again,
content in my slavery.
She drove me home and masturbated me right there in my parent's driveway.
I got dressed as quickly as I could and she kissed me one last time before
I got out to the car. It was just before midnight and I was relieved to
find that my parents were already in bed.
The next day was Friday and I was a little nervous when I got to work. But
I relaxed after Cara treated me no differently that she had the day
before. Nobody could possibly have guessed that our relationship had changed so
drastically. It was a hot, humid day and we sweated buckets as we worked.
Later, as we clocked out, Cara said, "Follow me, we'll go for a swim."
I followed her over to West Ridge, the wealthy section of town, to a big
colonial house set at the end of a cul-de-sac. The house sits on a big lot,
looking down the length of the street. The driveway is almost an extension
of the road. It's surrounded on three sides by woods, ten acres of woods
owned by Cara's father. He owns the house too but Cara lives there alone.
I parked in the driveway and got out, looking around in awe.
"Wow, how does a school teacher afford something like this?"
Grinning, Cara said, "Sometimes it's nice to have a rich daddy who wants
his dyke daughter far away and happy enough to stay there." She gave me a
tour of the property. The yard was immaculately groomed, beautifully
landscaped. The front yard was surrounded by an elaborate wrought iron fence, the
back by a beautiful basketweave fence, cedar, which insured privacy. She had
a pool and a basketball court in back. We went in through the back door
and she gave me a tour of the house. Ten rooms, four bedrooms, three full
baths and one half-bath, a complete home gym in the finished basement, a
gourmet kitchen, and a big family room with every electronic gadget you could
imagine.
When we got back to the kitchen she said, "Let's go for a swim. The
laundry room is through that door, leave your clothes in the washer. By the way,
there's a house rule for you to follow. You're to be nude at all times
when you're on this property. No exceptions. Understand?"
I nodded. "Yes, Cara, I understand." I stripped and rolled my clothes
into a bundle, carried them into the laundry room and put them in the washer.
When I returned to the kitchen Cara was nude too, her clothes piled up on
the counter. I took them and carried them into the laundry room and put them
in the washer, added detergent, and started it.
Cara was swimming laps when I got to the pool. I dove in and did twenty
laps myself. When I finished I stood up in the shallow end and walked across
the pool to Cara. She was sitting on the steps at the far corner of the
pool in the shallow end. As I approached she smiled and said, "God, you're
such a pretty little slut!"
I was blushing when I sat down next to her. She kissed me, a quick kiss
that left me wanting more. "Emma, I want to give you one more chance to
change your mind. Do you want to?"
I shook my head. "No, definitely not. I want to spend the summer as your
slave. At least the summer."
She kissed me again, a longer and more satisfying kiss. "Good girl. Go
call your parents and tell them you're spending the night with a friend. You
can give them my name and number. Run."
I got up and ran to the kitchen. I called my mother and told her that I
was spending the night with Cara, a friend from work. I gave her the phone
number and we chatted for a couple of minutes. She was curious about Cara but
not unusually so. After ten minutes we said goodbye and hung up. I ran
back to the pool and told Cara I was all set.
My training began immediately. Not that B.S. type of training, posing and
all that shit, that those who play at D/s do. No, this was real training in
how to serve Cara and make her happy. She taught me how to please her with
my fingers and tongue. Taught me how to give her a massage, taught me to
accept pain and humiliation. There were lots of both as she pushed me,
testing my limits. As a competitive athlete I was challenged to do my best, to
endure more without breaking. And there was lots of sex. Lots of hard, hot,
sweaty sex. Very satisfying sex.
A bell rang about six-thirty. We were still at the pool and I was going
down on Cara for the first time. She told me to run and answer the door. "I'
ve invited a friend over. She runs a beauty salon. She's going to trim your
hair a little shorter and give you a full bikini wax."
I started to wrap myself in a towel but Cara stopped me.
"Have you forgotten the house rule already? Maybe I need to take a strap
to you to make you remember. Hmmm?"
I dropped the towel and ran to the door, through the house, to the front
door. I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with a cute little
redhead with green eyes. She was my height, 5' 5", and slender. She smiled as
she looked me over. "You must be Emma." She held her hand out and we
shook. "I'm Louise. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too, ma'am" I locked the door behind her and led her
through the house and out to the pool. When we got out to the pool I found
that Cara had donned a short terrycloth robe and was sitting in one of the
lawn chairs. She stood up as we approached and she and Louise kissed before
sitting down. It was obvious that they were old friends. Cara tapped the
cement with her foot and said, "Sit here, Emma."
I sat down and rested my head against her thigh and listened as she and
Louise talked, catching up on each other's recent doings. Cara stroked my
hair absentmindedly as they talked. The talk turned to me and what Cara
wanted. Louise made a suggestion about my hair. Cara had me move between them,
on my knees, and Louise bent and tilted my chin up a little while she made
her point. Cara agreed. Louise stroked my cheek and said, "She certainly is
a beauty." I blushed. Nobody had ever described me as a beauty.
Finally, Louise said, "Might as well get started. I left my case in the
car. I'll get it and come right back."
"Nonsense. Emma will get it. Relax."
I got up and took Louise's keys. I walked out through the house and out to
her car. I was getting used to being nude but I was still a little
nervous. I unlocked the trunk of Louise's car, got her case, and went back inside.
I don't know if anyone saw me. Back at the pool, I knelt on a towel while
Louise trimmed my hair and shaped it, enhancing my tomboy look. While my
hair was being cut, Cara was in the kitchen heating wax in the microwave.
I stretched out on a lounge chair and Louise removed my pubic hair
completely. Then I rolled onto my belly while she removed every trace of hair from
around my anus and the crevice between my buttocks. It was embarrassing,
humiliating, and very exciting. When she was done I was as smooth and bare
as I'd been when I was nine. I squirmed when Louise touched my anus with the
tip of her finger. "Have you fucked her here yet?"
Cara chuckled. "No, I've only had her for twenty-four hours.
I haven't fucked her at all."
I closed my eyes, totally embarrassed. Louise and Cara chatted for a
couple of minutes and then Cara walked her out to her car. When she returned she
sat down and asked me what was wrong. I went and sat on her lap, buried my
face against her shoulder and asked if she was really going to fuck me in
the ass. "Of course, but not for a while. You're not ready." I started to
cry. She stroked my hair. "Do you want to put your anus off limits?"
I wanted desperately to do just that but I knew I couldn't. I shook my
head, whispered, "No."
"Good girl." Cara held me for quite a while, stroking my hair, then my
thighs. I dozed off and woke as she was carrying me into the house. She
carried me up to her bedroom without the slightest difficulty. Put me in bed.
Got in with me. Teased me until I was sobbing in frustration, begging her to
let me come. "What are you?"
I stared up at her through tears of frustration. "I'm a slave.....a
slut.....your slut."
"You can do better."
I whipped my head back and forth on the pillow. "Oh, God!
Please let me come! Please!"
She shook her head, smiling, and leaned close, licked my nipples one after
the other.
"I'm a lez slave! I'm a slut. I'm a nude lez slave!" She flicked my clit
with her forefinger and I screamed with pleasure as I went over the edge.
It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. I sobbed with relief,
my body drenched with sweat. I took her hand and licked it clean. Thanked
her for letting me come.
I spent the night on the floor beside her bed. The room was cool thanks to
her very efficient central air-conditioning system. I woke up sometime
after midnight, shivering uncontrollably. Nude, miserable, scared, wondering
what I'd gotten myself into. Cara woke up, reached down, and touched my
shoulder. "Come into bed with me."
I got up and slipped under the covers, cuddled up to Cara.
Suddenly I was warm and safe, not scared a bit. I began to cry. Tears of
relief. Cara held me, stroked my back and buttocks while I explained.
Kissed me, told me never to be afraid, that I was hers and she'd protect me.
Just before I fell asleep she whispered, "Remind me to spank you in the
morning, slut. For waking me up."
When I woke up the next morning Cara was in the shower. When she came out
I was sitting cross-legged on the bed. "You wanted me to remind you to
spank me."
She smiled, "Thanks, I'd almost forgotten." She put me on my belly, on
the bed, with my hands locked behind my neck and spanked with a leather
strap, ten hard strokes on my buttocks that left me sobbing. Then she sent me to
shower and brush my teeth. She followed me into the bathroom and dried her
hair while I was sitting on the toilet. I think getting used to using the
toilet with another person in the room was the hardest thing for me, much
harder than getting used to being spanked.
When I came out of the bathroom the clothes I'd worn the previous day were
on the bed, in two piles, folded neatly. My jeans, tank top, and socks
were in one pile. My bra and panties in another. My work boots were on the
floor at the foot of the bed. A note on one of the piles directed me to leave
my bra and panties but bring everything else down to breakfast with me. So
I did.
Cara was in the kitchen, wearing shorts, sandals, and a cropped T-shirt.
She had coffee ready, along with English Muffins, eggs, orange juice, and
bacon. She put a single plate on the table along with a single cup of coffee.
And she put me on my knees beside her chair. She positioned me so I was
sitting back on my heels, knees spread, back straight, and arms at my sides.
She fed me from her plate, using fork and fingers. I drank from her glass
and cup while she held them. It was all very erotic.
When she got grease on her fingers I licked them clean. When I addressed
her I said ma'am or Ms. Hunter, none of this master/mistress crap. I
answered in a respectful tone when she spoke to me and I asked questions freely.
There were restrictions on my behavior, such as not wearing underwear, but
none on my right to talk. If she didn't want me to talk she gagged me.
"How does your butt feel?"
"Sore, ma'am."
"We're going shopping this morning. I want you to have some clothes here
so you can change as needed. I want you in short skirts, with skimpy little
tops, or short sundresses. No shorts, no jeans, nothing that would
restrict access to your cunt."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Might have you pierced, too. Nipples, navel, labia, clit.
Does that scare you?"
I thought about it for a few moments. "A little, ma'am."
"On second thought, maybe not your navel. Don't want your mother to start
asking questions."
"Yes, ma'am." Pause. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
She ruffled my hair. "Of course. You're face is lovely, you've got
beautiful hair and eyes, and a nice tight little body. And your legs are slim and
perfect. Slender hips, nice round little butt, and pretty tits. What's not
to like?" I thanked her, blushing furiously, pleased beyond measure.
After breakfast, I washed the dishes, dried them, and cleaned up the
kitchen. Then I got dressed and we went shopping. I was pleasantly surprised at
how exciting it was to be without underwear. I enjoyed the way my breasts
moved freely under my top. We went to a mall not far from her house, a place
where it was unlikely I'd encounter anyone I knew. Our first stop was a
shoe store where we bought several pairs of sandals.
Next stop was a store that catered to teenagers. Cara bought me half-dozen
sundresses in various color and patterns. They were all very short, barely
reaching the top of my thighs, and all had very revealing tops. The clerk
that helped us was young, a high school girl, and she was obviously
fascinated when she came into the dressing room with some smaller sizes and saw me
standing there nude.
She was absolutely entranced when she saw the stripes on my butt. She
glanced at Cara and whispered, "Did you whip her?"
Cara nodded. "Yes, I did. Because she woke me in the middle of the night.
Now please leave us alone while she tries these on." The girl left and Cara
smiled. "Nice, but too young."
When we left that store I was wearing a sundress and sandals.
The low-cut top exposed the top of my breasts. I felt extremely sexy and
was very conscious that I had nothing on underneath. In another store we
bought several shorts skirts and skimpy little tops to go with them.
It was after 1:00 p.m. when we left the mall. I called my mother on Cara's
cell phone and told her I'd be home later, after dinner. She asked to talk
to Cara and I handed the phone over. They chatted for several minutes and
seemed to hit it off.
Our next stop was a shop that specialized in bondage gear. An attractive
goth girl fitted me with a leather collar, wrist and ankle restraints, and
finely made chains to go with them. She demonstrated how the snap-rings on
the restraints meshed together and could only be opened with a tiny key.
Finally, shopping done, we drove back to the house. I was very relaxed. My
sundress rode up, exposing me completely, but I didn't mind. In fact, I
enjoyed it. Cara stroked my thighs and hummed a tune I didn't recognize. "
Will it please you to have me pierced?"
She nodded. "Yes, of course."
I lifted her hand and kissed it. "Please, have it done then.
I want to please you more than anything."
She chuckled, pleased. "In due time. No need to rush. We have what, seven
weeks before you go back to school?"
I nodded. "Yes, ma'am, just about seven weeks."
Something in my voice attracted her attention. "What's the matter, Emma?"
I sighed and whispered, "I'm not looking forward to going back to school.
I didn't like it there."
"Why don't you transfer?"
"My parents can't afford another school."
"Oh." She lapsed into silence. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
pleasurable sensations caused by her hand moving up and down my thigh.
I opened my eyes for a moment and smiled at her. "I love having you touch
me."
She grinned. "You are a sensuous slut. You're like a cat.
And I have to admit that I love touching you." The tips of her fingers
danced over my sex. "Especially here."
Back at the house, we carried the bags inside and I gave her a fashion
show. It was fun but I was glad when it was over and I was nude again. I sat
on her lap, hugged her, kissed her, and then moaned with pleasure as she
masturbated me. When I was totally aroused, sopping wet, she grabbed my
nipples and pinched them hard, pulling down and away from my body. I screamed in
pain and she went back to masturbating me. As soon as I was fully aroused
again she pinched and pulled my nipples. She repeated this again and again
until pleasure and pain merged and I reached orgasm while sobbing from the
pain of having my nipples pinched yet again.
I didn't want to go home that night but I had no choice. Cara kissed me,
leaning into my car to do so, and then wiped my tears away with a tissue. "
Don't cry, Emma. We'll see each other tomorrow." As I drove home I wondered
how I could have become so attached to her in just a couple of days.
I saw her the next day, Sunday, and every night the following week. At
work we were just coworkers. At night I was her slut. I was usually nude,
almost always aroused, and incredibly happy. On Wednesday night she took me
back to the bondage shop and the goth girl pierced my clit and inserted a
stainless steel stud. I enjoyed stripping in front of her, standing there nude
while she and Cara discussed piercing me. Later, at home, Cara whipped me
for flirting with the girl. She used a little rubber whip she called a dog
whip. It hurt more than I could have imagined. I danced around, screaming
and begging, while she gave me a dozen on my ass and thighs, two across my
tits, and one between my legs. Needless to say, I didn't flirt anymore.
I knew she was genuinely angry when she didn't cuddle me after the
whipping. She threw the whip down and stalked out of the room, stopping at the
door to tell me to get dressed and go home. She went out through the kitchen
and walked down to the pool. I waited a few minutes then went down to the
pool. When I reached the gate I went to my knees and then down on my belly. I
crawled to her and licked her feet in abject submission. I begged her to
whip me again if she wanted. "Just don't send me home. Please! Please don't
send me home! Please whip me! Oh, God, please!"
She finally relented and said, "You can stay and I won't whip you. You've
had enough for one night." She told me to swim laps and she sat and
watched with a very thoughtful look on her face. I swam laps until I was
exhausted. Then I dragged myself out of the pool and stretched out at her feet.
After a couple of minutes she lifted her feet and let them rest on my belly. I
was forgiven.
A week passed and our relationship evolved. I became more attached to Cara
and hated to leave her for even a few minutes. The goth girl pierced my
nipples and fitted them with delicate gold rings. I didn't flirt.
At the same time, my relationship with my parents which had been
deteriorating since high school reached rock bottom. My mother caught a glimpse of
my breasts and raised hell because of the rings. One thing led to another
and I admitted that Cara and I were lovers. My father lost it entirely and
beat me with his fists, kicking me when I fell down. He ripped my clothes
off and tossed me out of the house. Literally threw me into the back yard. I
managed to get to my car, get the spare key out of the magnetic box, and
drive to Cara's house.
Cara drove me to the emergency room. The doctor knew I'd been beaten and
questioned her. She told him my father had done it and told the police the
same thing when they came. My father was arrested but was released when I
refused to press charges. I had two cracked ribs, a loose tooth, various
scrapes and bruises, and a broken finger. I stayed overnight and Cara stayed in
the room with me, refusing to leave for longer than a few moments. I was
high on painkillers when I heard the nurse ask Cara what her relationship to
me was. Cara hesitated for a moment before saying, "I love her. We're
lovers."
Cara was furious with me for refusing to press charges against my father
but she got over it after sulking for a couple of days. My mother shipped
some of my personal possessions to Cara's house via Fed Ex. I signed some
papers while I was still groggy and later found out that I'd signed papers
that gave Cara my power-of-attorney. She promptly set about getting me
enrolled at Yale. I was stunned when she told me I was in. "Daddy fixed it. I
threatened to move back to Michigan if he didn't."
She also junked my car and bought me a new Pathfinder with 4-wheel drive.
I couldn't work any more that summer and she quit staying home with me. The
goth girl came out to the house and pierced my labia, fitting me with two
small rings on either side. There was a little gold chain with a tiny
weight dangling from the lower ring on the left side. The chain brushes my thigh
with each step I take.
Yale is only a twenty minute driver from the house so I commute. I love it
there. Cara is still teaching and I'm still learning. At Yale and at home.
I have to maintain a 3.8 GPA or else. Cara checks my work and punishes
me if she's not satisfied. I frequently go to class barely able to sit down
because Cara has taken a strap to me for not doing my best.
Now, two years later, I'm a senior and I'm still Cara's slave.
I love her more than anything and would do anything to please her. I have
a delicate chain tattoo around my left ankle with the words "Cara's Slave"
worked into the links. I'm still embarrassed when she fucks me in the ass
with a strap-on and I still cry when she spanks me.
We have a new addition to the household. Her name is Kerri and she's a
sophomore in college, a cute little redhead that I met at a soccer game. It
was instant lust on my part. I brought Kerri home for Thanksgiving after
discussing it with Cara. She was amused but told me to be sure to tell Kerri
about our relationship before I brought her home. Kerri was horrified when I
told her I was another woman's slave. We were in the library at the time.
She rushed off and I thought that was it.
The next day I found her waiting when I left my 4:00 p.m. history class.
She apologized for her reaction and asked if we could talk. We walked down
to the parking lot got into the Pathfinder. She asked a lot of questions
about my relationship with Cara and seemed surprised when she realized that I
was genuinely happy. "Where do I fit in?"
I slipped my arm around her and drew her close, kissed her gently. "I've
wanted you since the moment we met. I want to get into your pants so badly
I can't see straight! Come home with me tomorrow and spend the weekend.
Meet Cara. Then we'll see."
She was hesitant. "I've never even kissed another girl before now."
I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She sighed and re
laxed. I unsnapped her jeans and slipped my hand inside, down between her
legs. Her panties were damp. I stroked her pussy with the tips of my fingers.
She sighed and whispered, "Not here, please, someone will see us. Let's go
for a ride. Take me to your house and introduce me to Cara."
I stared at her in silence for a moment. "You want it too, don't you?"
She glanced out the window. "Want what?"
"Slavery. You want to be a slave."
She shook her head. "Don't be silly." But I knew she was lying.
I started the Pathfinder and drove home. As soon as we were off campus I
glanced at Kerri and said, "Take your jeans off." She hesitated and I said,
"NOW!" She kicked her boots off and eased her jeans down, folding them
neatly once she had them off. She was wearing a pair of gray cotton panties,
Hanes, and gray socks. Her legs were beautiful. I pulled off the highway
into a rest area. I stopped at the far end, away from anyone else, and kissed
her. It was a long kiss, very enjoyable. She protested mildly when I
tugged her panties down. She spread her legs and moaned as I masturbated her to
orgasm. When I told her to finish stripping she shook her head and said, "No.
" But she didn't resist when I unzipped her jacket. She sat quietly and
let me strip her naked.
I told her I was going to deliver her to Cara that way - naked, her hands
bound behind her back. She protested weakly but curled up on the seat with
her head resting on my thigh and didn't say another word. When we got home
I drove right into the garage. Kerri shivered, her nipples hard little
pebbles, while I secured her hands behind her back with her belt. I rubbed her
panties between her legs and then stuffed them into her mouth. I took her
into the kitchen and she watched, wide eyed, while I undressed. Then I took
her to Cara.
I dropped to my knees in front of Cara and watched as she looked Kerri
over. After a moment she reached up and removed the panties. "Do you want to
stay or do you want to go?"
Kerri didn't hesitate. "Stay." She dropped to her knees beside me.
Cara smiled. "You two make a pretty pair." She glanced at me. "Untie her,
Emma." I obeyed without hesitation. "Kiss her." I turned and kissed Kerri
on the mouth, rubbing my tits against hers. She slumped against me,
moaning with pleasure. "Do her with your tongue." I eased Kerri down onto the
floor and began to lick her wet cunt, loving the taste of her.
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